TWENTY-THREE
Della kissed Jonas and, holding her hands on his face, she stepped back, he had to bend to follow her, ‘I’m just going to talk with Seb and I’d like to do that on my own if you wouldn’t mind sweet’art.’ Not a question. Jonas was not sure what was happening, but in the few hours they had known each other he had already decided this woman could have anything she wanted, confident she would not take advantage (the bozo). He watched her tippy toe around the reducing lake, which prompted him, he had to collect her car. She seemed oblivious of the lake and absent car, her thoughts focused, as she disappeared through the gate and turned toward Seb’s shed, tapped on the door.
A muffled response, “Sexton Detective Agency.”
‘Seb, it’s Della, can I come in please?’
She heard whirring
